What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

"But Luo Ze, you have to know that you can't control him forever." Song Shu said, "Your Uncle Paul is dead. He has no consciousness of his own, which means that he is no longer your uncle."

"But, but they said that high-level zombies can have their own consciousness..."

"Your uncle cannot level up, especially when he is under your control." Fu Ying's voice suddenly sounded, and she appeared in front of Luo Ze and Song Shu.

"Under the circumstances at the time, I couldn't let your uncle continue killing people, do you understand? He was a weirdo, a threat, a mindless monster, I—"

Fu Ying wanted to continue speaking, but she glanced at Song Shu and softened her tone.

"Unless it's a special kind of mutant that can quickly upgrade to multiple levels in one or two days, it's difficult for ordinary white and green zombies to upgrade, Luo Ze, do you understand? Your uncle doesn't want you to be hurt by him, and he doesn't want his mutated self to hurt others."

Song Shu helped Luo Ze wipe his tears and said softly: "Did you hear what big sister said? She didn't mean it, but we had to make a choice at that time. Luo Ze, as long as you remember him, his love will always be in your heart."

Luo Ze sniffed and calmed down with Song Shu's coaxing and comfort. Song Shu sent her back to Building 2, but Luo Ze suggested going to find Kong Sisi and comfort her.

Seeing that the two children had a good relationship, Song Shu agreed with her.

The wind was a bit strong at night, but it was okay because of the high walls.

After eating, chatting, drinking, and taking a walk, people gradually returned to their own buildings. Song Shu moved all the tables back to the living room on the first floor of Building No. 3. Turning around, she saw Fu Ying was still waiting for her.

"Want to take a walk?"

The street lamps that were still on cast soft and fine light, wrapping up Fu Ying completely. Some dust floating in the light was moving wildly in the wind.

"Xiao Shu." Fu Ying called her, her tone soft and her eyes gently rippling.

Song Shu felt a warm feeling in his heart and he couldn't help but walk towards her. Fu Ying's coat zipper was open, allowing Song Shu to hug her warm body directly.

Song Shu buried his nose in her neck and shoulder, greedily inhaling the slightly sweet fragrance.

The familiar smell made her feel at ease.

Fu Ying held her tightly in his arms, and his warm breath fanned into her ears.

"...Xiao Shu."

His heart shrank with a sour feeling. Perhaps he was infected with sadness by those psychics after the meal, Song Shu suddenly felt his eyes getting hot.

She gasped softly and raised her face to look at Fu Ying.

"I love you."

Fu Ying stared at her with burning and stubborn eyes.

"You must always love me like this."

"You must always love me and never leave me."

"can you do it?"

——I don’t know how to love, I don’t have the ability to love.

Song Shu bit his lip, feeling a strange, cold emotion surging in his heart.

——But maybe...someone can teach me how to love.

She closed her eyes, resisted the urge to escape, and said firmly: "I can do it."

"I can do that, too." Fu Ying murmured, lowering his head to kiss her.

Song Shu relaxed the inexplicable tension in his body and responded to this lingering and deep kiss.

Just like that, have love.

Keep loving.

-

"..."

"Song Shu?"

"Song Shu..."

"Come on... ours is here..."

"Hurry... you are the only one left..."

"This is all we can do... the rest is up to you..."

"Choose...?"

Faint, fragmented, and unclear sounds echoed back and forth in the dream, sinking into endless darkness, lying on the calm black sea, without touch, without perception.

"Believe me……"

"My daughter...can't live for decades..."

"You need to... make a choice..."

"He wants to...plan..."

"You come... the final trump card..."

Xiang He's voice stood out from the chaotic noise and sounded clear, but the information provided was still vague.

Xiang He's voice echoed and gradually disappeared.

What followed was a more familiar voice, whispering in my ear, repeating it coldly over and over again.

"Choose...her..."

"Choose her..."

The tone became increasingly intense.

"Choose her."

The tone became increasingly paranoid.

"Choose her!"

The tone became increasingly frantic.

"Choose her——!"

"——I choose!!!"

Song Shu's consciousness was in a daze, but the moment he was able to speak, he started shouting wildly, responding to the cruel coercion of the strange voice!

"Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu?!"

Fu Ying's voice was drowned out by the buzzing sound in her ears. Song Shu sat up, her body and head shaking. She covered her ears and bit her lower lip tightly.

Fu Ying pulled her hands down forcefully and held her head in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Song Shu's cheek was pressed hard against Fu Ying's soft body, her chest heaving violently, and her ten fingers almost pinched Fu Ying's back.

"Huh...huh..."

After a while, the rapid breathing in the bedroom slowly calmed down.

Fu Ying slowly stroked Song Shu's back, bent down to kiss her forehead, and soothed her softly: "Are you having a nightmare? It's okay, I'm here, I'm..."

Song Shu smelled the sweet fragrance emanating from Fu Ying's body, and the crazy repetitive whispers no longer lingered in his ears.

"Fu Ying...nightmare..." Song Shu's voice was hoarse and he couldn't stop trembling.

"What did you dream about?" Fu Ying turned on the small desk lamp and saw Song Shu's wide-open dark eyes and bloodless face. She felt distressed and took the thermos cup on the bedside table and handed it to her.

Song Shu's fingers were still shaking and he couldn't open the lid.

Fu Ying helped her unscrew the button and carefully fed her water. Song Shu held the cup with both hands and drank from it in big gulps, with water rolling wildly in her throat.

After taking a few breaths, she calmed down a little, her brows full of irritation and anxiety.

"Before I was with you, I already...had nightmares, but not like now. I even started to fear sleep."

"There are so many voices in my head. It's so annoying. They keep saying something unclear. I can't understand it, but they force me to listen..."

"Xiang He... I heard Xiang He's voice... Who is she and what does she have to do with me?"

Song Shu put the cup back, and Fu Ying stared at her closely, feeling a little uneasy.

"What did you hear?"

"I can't repeat it to you. A lot of it is specious and half-truthful. There's no point at all."

Fu Ying wiped the sweat off her forehead: "I don't know Xiang He."

"I don't understand, is it cooperation or something else..." Song Shu said, "Or is it dealing with someone... That's the future... But..."

She pounded the quilt in annoyance, and Fu Ying hugged her.

In the second half of the night, Song Shu fell asleep again because of sleepiness.

Fu Ying couldn't sleep. She listened to Song Shu's breathing, which was sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, in the dark, and kept her eyes open until dawn.

Fortunately, Song Shu didn't wake up from nightmares again.

After getting up in the morning, Fu Ying made her favorite fried rice.

Seeing that her complexion and mood had improved a lot, I felt that the black liquid surging in my heart was stirring again and dripping onto my blood-red heart.

——It’s almost full.